“este 8 ora van. mar ezt sem szabadott volna megenni” KUSS FOGD BE A POFAD URISTEN CSAK NE NYISD KI SOHA TOBBET A SZADAT MI A KURVA ISTEN BAJOD VAN MOST OSZINTEN EZ NEM NORMALIS
when kafka wrote "perhaps it isn’t love when i say you are what i love the most-you are the knife i turn inside myself, this is love." and "now i’m even losing my name—it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: yours"